Left alone to bob, right at the end--
Because time was small
And my force of being was big.
Flowing…
Into a meld of space left off to the side
Vacated with loss
Vacated with trepidation
But vacated with the flow---
All about the flow now.
--Stephen Martin, 12/9/19
The days don’t line up perfectly-
The ritual abused
Abandoned,
But not forsaken.
--Stephen Martin, 12/10/19
Happy & content to be
Knowing…
And so the ritual is naught.
--Stephen Martin, 12/11/19
I spin about a micron,
Palpating with each second
Like a beating drum of ears
Of corn…
Stripped from their husks--
Waiting for butter.
My dear one--
My traveler,
Have made it to the end!
--Stephen Martin, 12/12/19
You are my something more
My edifice of edict:
Calling me to new heights
Jumper of night trains
Jump now!
--Stephen Martin, 12/13/19
The best ones await
I have broken the love funnel,
Cast it aside
To open the narrow vision
Inside & outside
My beast…
The color red is OK NOW
I am a seed of merriment
Fun-
/ involved
--Stephen Martin, 12/14/19
Into my eyes
Into the eyes of a child
A night child
A dilettante
A spanking away from--
Deliverance.
They sit in a house
Far away from all others,
Spinning & laughing:
Not at the crazed silence
And the beater buckets of bolts
& screws
That came loose
--Stephen Martin, 12/15/19
The walls are made of malachite
Brittle & waiting
For a force---
With your installed ways
Given & regiven
Age after age
--Stephen Martin, 12/16/19
Stick shut
From baby glue--
Carefully plucking
Boogers
From the lashes bound
--Stephen Martin, 12/17/19
A guy who likes wine & poetry.
--Stephen Martin, 12/18/19
To streamline this challenge I will be linking to day one for the details. This is a cross promotion of the Steemit and Cent platforms. Visit me on Steemit. Visit me on Cent.
In a nutshell, post your poetry below for consideration in my monthly, online, blockchain, poetry journal.
What's your 365?